i turned a corner

incoherent drunkenness took place one night, or over the course of a night. somehow i became isolated from my companions at a party, in an unfamiliar part of a city i was new to. i was incapable of making my way home, though i didn't realize it. in the middle of a frigid winter night i wandered the snow covered streets and asked a stranger for directions to the wrong place without listening to his response. i kept walking, without direction. my mind began thinking less and less of my destination and more about survival. i turned corners, i fell, i climbed, but mostly just focused on walking. i tried using the moon as a compass, trying to remember how it looked before i left. i couldn't remember, if i even noticed it before. i turned a corner, there was a building with lights on, which looked warm and inviting. the doors were unlocked, so i walked inside to see women in fancy dresses and men in formal ware. ashamed, i kept walking and came to the end of a long corridor where i turned a corner, opened a door, and walked up some stairs hoping to find a way out. i don't know what i looked like being in the state that i was, but some security guards stopped me as i reached the top of the thin stairwell. they walked me to the front of the building and called me a taxi. we often learn something new about ourselves in the strangest of situations.